Key Thirteen: Capture:


Ophelia leaned back against the wall, worn out. Allen couldn't take his eyes off of… whatever the hell she just gave birth to. It didn't even look like anything that he had seen before in his life. That creature had only one arm and no legs. The rest of the "limbs" looks more like dull stumps. Its supposed "hand" didn't even have any fingers on it. In fact, the arm itself looked like a bigger stump. It looked to be missing a nose and lips. The skin looked a dull grey in the dim lighting. Its mouth was wide open with no teeth. This creature even lacked the proper genitals to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Allen tilted his head, confused.

Is it missing an eye?

The pitiful creature failed its good arm around with silent cries. Allen looked over at its mother. It felt cruel to ask her to nurse the creature on me the floor. Somehow, he couldn't leave it here. That poor little creature couldn't take care of itself and would probably be eaten by desperate angels looking for food. Yet, Allen didn't know how to get out of this run-down hospital. Plus, Ophelia was still too weak to move after giving birth. He himself didn't have the strength to mother and child.

"This is my punishment," he heard someone mumble. Allen looked up to see Ophelia with her eyes glued to the dusty corner on her side of the room.

"I am a murderer," she said in a weak voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I killed my own children."


Ophelia looked so pale under the dim lights. She could hear the voices in her head calling her a whore and a murderer even now. Even as an angel, Ophelia found that she couldn't escape her sins. Her eyes dulled over with grief.

"What are you talking about, Ophelia?" Allen asked. She didn't look up at him.

"I killed my own children," she repeated. "It was an abortion."


"When I was human, I used to be a prostitute. I don't remember my past before that, but I used to walk the streets for money." Her mind floated back into the past. "It wasn't really much; I just needed the money. I got sick of it, of course. I did try to escape. 'This would be my last job,' I told myself every day."


"Every time I tried to stop, the pimp would talk me out of it. He said that he needed me and that I made him so much money. Even though I didn't want to stay, I ended up agreeing with him in the end."

At this point, Allen decided to play along with this confession. "But why?"

"What else could I do?" Ophelia asked. "Times were rough then. I had nowhere else to go. I had no home and no other job skills. My education wasn't enough either. I thought that if I played along, I would be free in a few years. But then, I got pregnant."

The rain outside replaced the silence around them. Allen's eyes moved back to the silent crying creature failing its fingers hand in the air. Part of him wanted to pick it up and hold it. His fear of Ophelia's "sin" scared him off. Still, the creature wanted love just like any other normal baby. Poor little thing, Allen thought.

"I didn't plan for it to happen," Ophelia mumbled. Allen looked up at her.

"What?" he asked.

"I mean, I barely had the money to take care of myself as it was," she said. Her words slowed down and tangled together as she spoke.

"What are you saying?" Allen asked. "I can barely hear you."

"I turned to one of my friends in the brothel and she showed me over to the doctor," Ophelia spoke. "She told me that he would be able to help me." The angel broke into chuckling. "It was so easy in the beginning. I thought that it would fix all of my problems and I could just go back." Ophelia shook her head to herself.

"Abortion became an easy out for the second baby," she said. "You know, it's bad when even the doctor gives you a judgmental look when you go in for the second visit. But what else could I do? I barely had enough money to feed myself. I probably wouldn't have been a good mother to those children anyway. They would've had miserable lives with me. This… This…" Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"This was the best thing I could do for them." Thin lines of tears streamed down her skinny face. Allen shook his head at her.

"You did what you had to do," he said.

"That's not the point," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I killed them before they had a chance to live. Their blood is now my hands. I am doomed in this city because of it."

"That's not true," Allen insisted. Ophelia's eyes darted over to him. The other angel sat back in his seat.

"You can still redeem yourself," he said. "You can still be forgiven. When we leave this city…" Ophelia opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her by holding up his hand.

"Yes, we will get out of this city," Allen told her. "We just need to get out of this hospital, find the others and get out of this hellhole. You can still redeem yourself. You still have a chance."

"Too bad it's too late for you!" a sharp voice spoke up. Allen and Ophelia looked up to see Road walking into the lobby with a smirk on her face.

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